Текст песни Александр Алябьев - Нищая

Winter, blizzard, and in large flakes
In strong winds, snow falls.
At the entrance to the temple, alone, in rags,
An old beggar woman stands ...
And waiting for alms
She's all here with her stick,
Both in summer and in winter, barefoot! ..
Give alms to her!
(Give alms to her!)

Should I tell you, this old lady
How she lived twenty years ago!
She was a poet's dream
And glory to her weaved a wreath.
When she sang on stage
Paris was delighted with her.
She had no rivals ...
Give Christ for her sake!
(Give Christ for her sake!)

Sometimes after the presentation
There is no way for her from the crowd.
And the youth in admiration
Thundered "bravo" after her.
What lush praises
I incensed her a circle of her guests -
With luck, everyone is friends with us,
With grief, those friends are not there ...

The blind will of providence ...
The artist became ill
Lost her voice and sight
And wanders the world alone.
Sometimes the beggar is not afraid
Come to her for alms,
She's ashamed to ask you ...
Give Christ for her sake!
Give alms to her!